Have we enough to keep it together?or do we just keep on pretending (and hope ourluck is never ending)...You tried to pull the wool I wasn't feeling too clever,and you take all that they're lendinguntil you needed mending...

If you wanna try, If you wanna trythere's no worse you could do (oh oh oh)I know you lieAll you do is make me cryAnd all these words they aint true (oh oh oh)

I Can't take me anywhere (I can't take you anywhere)You can't take me anywhere (I'll take you anywhere)I'll take you anywhere you wanna go"

Take me now baby here as I amPull me close, try and understandDesire is hunger is the fire I breatheLove is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now try and understandThe way I feel when Im in your handsTake my hand come undercoverThey cant hurt you now,Cant hurt you now, cant hurt you nowBecause the night belongs to loversBecause the night belongs to lustBecause the night belongs to loversBecause the night belongs to us

Have I doubt when Im aloneLove is a ring, the telephoneLove is an angel disguised as lustHere in our bed until the morning comesCome on now try and understandThe way I feel under your commandTake my hand as the sun descendsThey cant touch you now,Cant touch you now, cant touch you nowBecause the night belongs to lovers ...

With love we sleepWith doubt the vicious circleTurn and burnsWithout you I cannot liveForgive, the yearning burningI believe its time, too real to feelSo touch me now, touch me now, touch me nowBecause the night belongs to lovers ...

Because tonight there are two loversIf we believe in the night we trustBecause tonight there are two lovers ...

sábado, 17 de novembro de 2007

Save some face, you know you've only got oneChange your ways while you're youngBoy, one day you'll be a manOh girl, he'll help you understandSmile like you mean itSmile like you mean it

Looking back at sunsets on the EastsideWe lost track of the timeDreams aren't what they used to beSome things sat by so carelessly

Smile like you mean itSmile like you mean it

And someone is calling my nameFrom the back of the restaurantAnd someone is playing a gameIn the house that I grew up inAnd someone will drive her aroundDown the same streets that I didOn the same streets that I did

Smile like you mean itSmile like you mean itSmile like you mean itSmile like you mean it

segunda-feira, 4 de junho de 2007

you can tellfrom the scars on my armsand cracks in my hipsand the dents in my carand the blisters on my lipsthat i'm not the carefullest of girls

you can tellfrom the glass on the floorand the strings that're breakingand i keep on breaking moreand it looks like i am shakingbut it's just the temperatureand then againif it were any colder i could disengageif i were any older i could act my agebut i dont think that youd believe meit'snotthewayi'mmeanttobeit's just the way the operation made me

and you can tellfrom the state of my roomthat they let me out too soonand the pills that i atecame a couple years too lateand ive got some issues to work throughthere i go againpretending to be youmake-believingthat i have a soul beneath the surfacetrying to convince youit was accidentally on purpose

i am not so seriousthis passion is a plagiarismi might join your centurybut only on a rare occasioni was taken outbefore the labor pains set in and nowbehold the world's worst accidenti am the girl anachronism

and you can tellby the red in my eyesand the bruises on my thighsand the knots in my hairand the bathtub full of fliesthat i'm not right now at allthere i go againpretending that i'll falldon't call the doctorscause they've seen it all beforethey'll say justlethercrashandburnshe'll learnthe attention just encourages her

and you can tellfrom the full-body castthat i'm sorry that i askedthough you did everything you could(like any decent person would)but i might be catching so don't touchyou'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuffdon't get me wetbecause the bandages will all come off

and you can tellfrom the smoke at the stakethat the current state is criticalwell it is the little things, for instance:in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...

i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for thisso i might join your century but only as a doubtful guesti was too precarious removed as a caesarianbehold the worlds worst accidentI AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

Yeah I, I got to know your nameWell and I, could trace your private number babyAll I know is that to meYou look like you're lots of funOpen up your lovin' armsI want some

Well I...I set my sights on you(and no one else will do)And I, I've got to have my way now, baby(and no one else will do)And I, I've got to have my way now, babyAll I know is that to meYou look like you're havin' funOpen up your lovin' armsWatch out, here I come

terça-feira, 10 de abril de 2007

There's the moon asking to stayLong enough for the clouds to fly me awayWell it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to dieMy fading voice sings of love,But she cries to the clicking of timeOf time

Wait in the fire...

And she weeps on my armWalking to the bright lights in sorrowOh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrowOh my loveAnd the rain is falling and i believeMy time has comeIt reminds me of the painI might leaveLeave behind

Wait in the fire...

And I feel them drown my nameSo easy to know and forget with this kissI'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow

sábado, 7 de abril de 2007

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,you were talking so brave and so sweet,giving me head on the unmade bed,while the limousines wait in the street.Those were the reasons and that was New York,we were running for the money and the flesh.And that was called love for the workers in songprobably still is for those of them left.

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,you just turned your back on the crowd,you got away, I never once heard you say,I need you, I don't need you,I need you, I don't need youand all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotelyou were famous, your heart was a legend.You told me again you preferred handsome menbut for me you would make an exception.And clenching your fist for the ones like uswho are oppressed by the figures of beauty,you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,I can't keep track of each fallen robin.I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

terça-feira, 3 de abril de 2007

Across the border they turnWater into wineSome say its the devils bloodTheyre squeezing from the vineSome say its a saviourIn these hard and desperate timesFor me it helps me to forgetThat were just born to die

I came here like so many didTo find the better lifeTo find my piece of easy streetTo finally be aliveAnd I know nothing good comes easyAnd all good things take some timeI made my bed Ill lie in itTo die in its the crime

You cant help but prosperWhere the streets are paved with goldThey say the oil wells ran deeper hereThan anybodys knownI packed up on my wife and kidAnd left them back at home

Now theres nothing in this paydirtThe ghosts are all I knowNow the oils goneThe moneys goneAnd the jobs are goneStill were hangin on

Down in dry countyTheyre swimming in the sandPraying for some holy waterTo wash the sins from off our handHere in dry countyThe promise has run dryWhere nobody criesAnd no ones getting out of here alive

In the blessed name of jesusI heard a preacher sayThat we are gods childrenAnd hed be back somedayAnd I hoped that he knewSomething as he drank his cup of wineI didnt have too good of a feelingAs I head out to the night

I cursed the sky to openI begged the clouds for rainI prayed to God for waterFor this burning in my veinsIt was like my souls on fireAnd I had to watch the flamesAll my dreams went up in ashesAnd my future blew away

Now the oils goneAnd the moneys goneAnd the jobs are goneStill were hangin on

Down in dry countyTheyre swimming in the sandPraying for some holy waterTo wash the sins from off our handHere in dry countyThe promise has run dryWhere nobody criesAnd no ones getting out of here alive

Men spend their whole livesWaiting praying for their big rewardBut it seems sometimesThe payoff leaves you feelingLike a dirty whoreIf I could choose the way Ill dieMake it by the gun or knifecause the other way theres too much painNight after night after night

Down in dry countyTheyre swimming in the sandPraying for some holy waterTo wash the sins from off our handHere in dry countyThe promise has run dryWhere nobody criesAnd no ones getting out of here alive

segunda-feira, 26 de março de 2007

Its nine oclock on a saturdayThe regular crowd shuffles inTheres an old man sitting next to meMakin love to his tonic and gin

He says, son, can you play me a memory? Im not really sure how it goesBut its sad and its sweet and I knew it completeWhen I wore a younger mans clothes

La la la, de de daLa la, de de da da da

Sing us a song, youre the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, were all in the mood for a melodyAnd youve got us feelin alright

Now john at the bar is a friend of mineHe gets me my drinks for freeAnd hes quick with a joke or to light up your smokeBut theres someplace that hed rather beHe says, bill, I believe this is killing me.As the smile ran away from his faceWell Im sure that I could be a movie starIf I could get out of this place

Oh, la la la, de de daLa la, de de da da da

Now paul is a real estate novelistWho never had time for a wifeAnd hes talkin with davy whos still in the navyAnd probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politicsAs the businessmen slowly get stonedYes, theyre sharing a drink they call lonelinessBut its better than drinkin alone

Its a pretty good crowd for a saturdayAnd the manager gives me a smilecause he knows that its me theyve been comin to seeTo forget about life for a whileAnd the piano, it sounds like a carnivalAnd the microphone smells like a beerAnd they sit at the bar and put bread in my jarAnd say, man, what are you doin here?

domingo, 18 de março de 2007

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would beit. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved byscientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliablethan my own meanderingexperience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will notunderstand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself andrecall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay beforeyou and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as youimagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is aseffective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewingbubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things thatnever crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pmon some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up withpeople who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimesyou’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only withyourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if yousucceed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with yourlife…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what theywanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 yearolds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybeyou won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funkychicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’tcongratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – yourchoices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other peoplethink of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll everown.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone forgood. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and thepeople most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few youshould hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography andlifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people youknew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; livein Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians willphilander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasizethat when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians werenoble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either onemight run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it willlook 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those whosupply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way offishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over theugly parts and recycling it for more thanit’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…

sexta-feira, 16 de março de 2007

All around me are familiar facesWorn out places, worn out facesBright and early for their daily racesGoing nowhere, going nowhereTheir tears are filling up their glassesNo expression, no expressionHide my head I want to drown my sorrowNo tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funnyI find it kinda sadThe dreams in which I'm dyingAre the best I've ever hadI find it hard to tell youI find it hard to takeWhen people run in circlesIt's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel goodHappy Birthday, Happy BirthdayMade to feel the way that every child shouldSit and listen, sit and listenWent to school and I was very nervousNo one knew me, no one knew meHello teacher tell me what's my lessonLook right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funnyI find it kinda sadThe dreams in which I'm dyingAre the best I've ever hadI find it hard to tell youI find it hard to takeWhen people run in circlesIt's a very, very mad world ... mad worldEnlarging your worldMad world